Austria - Kirlian Camera

The lights went out in winter

January nineteen eighty one

Your dreams, your name, your ghost

You cannot know the drama of exile…

So many letters, so many years

A slow ship to die

His empty silence, his nervous smile

Really I’m waiting for the last day

His distant eyes, his bleeding past

You don’t know where I am

He hold the gift of the martyrs

On your endless nights

Wonderful sister of my agony

You sleep alone in the dark

The names of the saints are on the stone

At the feet of the black statue

You sleep alone, your soul is broken

In a wasted and silent place

You sleep alone, your soul is fading…

In my memory